In the end, the beggar decided not to leave a clue. He would let the butterfly effect play out and come back to him. Of course, he would find opportunities to speed it up. All he had done was make a small move, but to the affected parties, it was anything but small.
Back at Klown's mansion, the news spread quickly.
The death of a Guard Captain was a serious matter, casting a heavy atmosphere over the place.
Holst, with his usual squinting eyes, spoke to a silver-armored guard in front of a giant door. After the guard bowed and left, the butler pushed the door open, the creaking sound reverberating as he entered the room.
Inside, there was a rectangular table with twelve seats, but only one was occupied—the head chair, where a figure sat, eating. In front of him were plates filled with reddish-black meat, steam rising into the air.
Holst glanced at the plates before bowing to the mayor.